I had never camped on a sandbar before and had always liked the idea of doing so.  Now was my chance.  The sandbar was on a wide curve in the river three miles below the town of Branford.  It was made of the finest, whitest sand imaginable and rose fifteen or twenty feet above the river.  It was the only campsite where we were actually on the river.  All the others had been up and back away from the water, usually in the nearby forest.  The view from our campsite was beautiful, peaceful and calming as we sat and gazed down river for a very long time.  It was hot!  Scott and I even dunked ourselves in the cold Suwannee water while keeping a watchful eye for alligators.